It's just one disappointment after another in my life lately. Mom revoked my car privileges, Dad can't make it to my soccer game, and Fluffy is missing!
When I'm depressed, there are a couple of things I do to cheer myself up. They always work. First of all, say the word "festoons".
Festoons?
Yep. It's a proven fact that you can't remain depressed after saying "festoons".
Festoons! Heh, you're right. I do feel a little bit better. What's the other thing you do?
Oh, right. That. I torture and kill a neighborhood cat. Tremendous release! You should try it.
